“So, you don’t believe in love, do you?”
I am sick and super tired of this question which is invariably posed by the strangest of people in the most unrelated of situations. I should simply get a tattoo of an oversized teddy bear hugging a heart shaped cushion with a ridiculously happy smile. I should probably get this tattoo on my forehead, where it is hard to miss. I should wear pink colored T-shirts with glitterati and those “Love is’’ quotes. (It would, ideally not have quotes like- ‘Love is… Pretty Hormonal’) I should have a badge on me all the time stating ‘Yes! I believe in Lou!’(And I should whack anyone who dares to ask who Lou is!) Maybe that will ward off this irrelevant question which was an utter invasion of my privacy.
Of course, I can’t say that. No girl who blogs about anything personal has any right to claim privacy. Maybe if I got married, people will stop asking this question because everyone just assumes that married people believe in love, and ARE in love. (Social pressure, anyone? No? Ok.)
Question remains, do I believe in love? Yes, of course I do. Do I believe it’s an overrated concept? Yes. I do. Do I feel lucky that the emotion exists? Yes. It gives me ample to think and blog about. Am i fond of the idea? Yes. I believe it makes for a happy existence.
Clearly, I believe in love.
(Un)related fact is, I also believe in suspicion, hate and indifference.